This morning I was still stuck in the quicksand. What's disappointing is that I was doing so well for quite a while.

I did start cleaning the kitchen a while ago. Right now I'm taking a break. Once I get my place picked up, I'll probably feel a whole lot better. I have days of unwashed dishes to contend with. I hate when things pile up like that.

This depressive episode has lasted the past several days. I wasn't even sad. I just had no motivation to do anything. I'll probably be alright by this evening, now that I've started picking up after myself. I'm so disgusted that this tailspin happened. I want to get back to where I was.